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oomf this made me stop in my tracks oh my god him to ethel cain

you told me even if we died tonight, that i'd die yours

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I SHOULDVE REPOSTED THIS TOO READJNG THIS FIOR THE FIRST TIME SLAUGHTERED MEEEE I HATE THEM SO MUCH

touch - Dmitry x Yan

tagging: @rc-catalog and of course @agattthaa who's on vc with me rn as i type this hi baby

synopsis: feeling so lonely because it's not enough

tw: some light threat of violence with a gun, nothing major! rated T

wc: 1.3k

The squad says nothing as Yan grabs his coat, fingers trembling with frustration as he shrugs it over his shoulders. He steps outside into the bitter Rotkov air with an anger that radiates off him in waves. The door slams shut behind him, echoing in the cramped space of the estate like a final word no one dares to speak.

A long moment of silence stretches. Dmitry’s eyes remain locked on the door, as if sheer force of will could draw Yan back through it. He’s aware of the squad’s eyes on him, of the cryptographer’s cold, disapproving gaze, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t even bother to grab his own coat as he pushes back his chair, the wooden legs screeching on the floorboards, and strides for the door.

The cold hits him like a slap, stealing his breath. Snowflakes swirl around him, the wind cutting through his thin shirt like knives. For a moment, he panics. Yan isn’t there. The area is empty, the night around him silent but for the moan of the wind. Had he really left? Was the idea of being near Dmitry so repulsive that he’d rather vanish into the frozen dark?

But then, a thin curl of smoke, faint but unmistakable. It snakes out from behind the cracked stone column near the doorway, dissipating into the night air. Dmitry’s breath hitches, something hardening in his chest. Stupid, he scolds himself. Yan hadn’t left, he was just there, blending into the shadows like he always did.

Yet the distance between them feels immeasurable.

Leaning against the wall, Dmitry watches him. Yan’s shoulders are hunched against the cold, his fingers, wrapped in bandages as always, deftly holding the cigarette. The item flares bright with every drag, briefly illuminating the harsh lines of his face. His lips wrap around the paper with a practiced ease, smoke curling from his mouth like a phantom.

Yan’s eyes narrow in irritation as he senses Dmitry’s gaze, but he doesn’t look up. Dmitry pushes off the door and takes a step toward him. Each footfall feels heavy, as if the snow itself is conspiring to hold him back. He is the general of an elite military squad, a man who has ordered countless soldiers, yet here he stands, feeling smaller and weaker than he ever has before.

“You don’t need to patrol out here.” The words are clipped, a command more than anything. Most would obey. Yan doesn’t even blink. He tips his head back, letting a thin stream of smoke escape into the night air.

“I didn’t ask for any orders, General.” The title is a blade, spoken with a sneer that slices straight through Dmitry’s composure. He had known dredging up the past would be a mistake, but hearing it in Yan’s voice, like a curse, still makes his gut twist.

“Don’t call me that.” He snaps.

Yan smirks, but there’s no humor in it, only old wounds and jagged edges. “Why not?” His eyes flicker, green in the cold moonlight, and Dmitry feels the weight of everything they’ve never said.

“I’m not your general anymore.” Dmitry says, voice low.

“I’m a part of the squad, aren’t I?” Yan lets the cigarette drop, crushing it into the snow with his boot. The ember dies in an instant, snuffed out like everything else they might have been. “Or has that changed too? Half your precious team has either abandoned you or ended up as names in the dirt. So you’re stuck with me, and my monstrous aid.”

The bitterness in his tone cuts through Dmitry like a whip, and something inside him snaps.

“You weren’t always a monster.”

Yan’s eyes darken, and he pushes off the column, stepping closer.

“And now? Have I fulfilled your expectations? Have I become the monster you want me to be? Would that make it easier for you?”

“Make what easier?” Dmitry demands, though he knows exactly what Yan means.

Yan laughs, the sound brittle and twisted. It’s a laugh that speaks of pain and defiance, a laugh that dares Dmitry to face the truth. “Don’t play dumb.”

A hot flash of anger surges through Dmitry, pure, blinding fury. His hand moves before he can stop it, the cold weight of his pistol pressing against Yan’s forehead. The safety is already off. Yan’s expression doesn’t change; if anything, his lips curl into a faint, amused smile.

“Will you do this every time?” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over the barrel. Green eyes bore into Dmitry’s blue, unflinching, daring. Dmitry’s finger hovers on the trigger, his hand trembling despite his iron will.

“You’re a liability,” he growls. “You could turn on us in the dead of night. I was weak before, I let my feelings cloud my judgment.” His voice cracks, and he hates it. Hates how close the truth is to the surface.

Yan’s lips quirk, the smile sharp and knowing as he slowly raises a hand to the gun, pushing it aside. Dmitry doesn’t resist.

“Is this what you need?” Yan asks softly, voice like poison. “To bury everything in violence? To pretend there’s nothing here?”

The dam inside Dmitry finally breaks. He lets out a harsh breath and grabs Yan’s coat, yanking him forward. Their lips crash together in a bruising kiss, desperate and raw, a collision of everything they’ve spent years denying. Dmitry presses forward, pinning Yan to the column, their bodies shielded by the shadows.

The winter air gnaws at his exposed skin, but he barely notices. Yan’s lips are cracked from the cold but pliant, moving against his with a hunger that mirrors his own. Dmitry’s fingers fist in the thick wool of Yan’s coat, pulling him closer, closer, until there’s no space left, no room for doubt or fear. His hands, still cold from the cigarette, cradle Dmitry’s face like a lifeline. For a moment, they are the only two people in the world.

His mind is a blur of need and regret, of duty and want. He had wanted to protect Yan, to keep him safe, but how could he protect him when he was the greatest threat to the man’s sanity?

When they finally break apart, their breath steams in the frigid air. Yan’s eyes, those maddening green eyes, search Dmitry’s face, the bitterness replaced by something raw and vulnerable.

“You’ll regret this.” Yan whispers, his voice hoarse.

“I already do.” Dmitry breathes back, his forehead resting against Yan’s. “But I can’t stop.”

Yan’s hands slide down to Dmitry’s chest, clutching the worn fabric of his shirt.

“Then don’t.”

For a heartbeat, Dmitry hesitates, then he kisses him again. Slower this time, less like punishment and more like confession. A promise made in the silence of the Rotkov night.

The squad will be waiting. The cold will seep back into their bones. But for now, it’s just them, two men who have seen too much, held too much inside, and are finally too tired to pretend otherwise.

When they pull apart again, Dmitry doesn’t let go. His fingers still curl around Yan’s coat like an anchor.

“Come back inside,” he murmurs, softer now.

Yan’s lips twitch in a ghost of a smile, one that almost reaches his eyes.

“Alright, General.” he says, but this time the title isn’t mocking. He lets Dmitry pull him back towards the door, and they disappear into the night, two shadows clinging to each other against the bitter wind.

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yup canon

Hsr as tumblr quotes

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i just saw this now and let me tell u i strangled myself oh god

"you never could accept that someone might actually like you"

shoutout to my love @kazu-naito for the dmitryan dog tag edit she's so gifted

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BETTER QUALITY ON MY INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/reel/DLGPgvgTz7V/?igsh=Mm9udmNyaG9waHM1 i need ae man i hate rendering videos on capcut

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hello lada nation ive come bearing gifts

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hello lada nation ive come bearing gifts

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⠀⠀⠀⠀PRIDE MONTH SCHEDULE!

First off—happy pride month! We hope you have the most amazing month that you spend with even more amazing loved ones! 💛

This is our first pride month celebration at the Catalog so we decided not to do anything too grand—a month-long event is already a big undertaking. That being said, the schedule we've come up with is as follows:

🏳️‍🌈 Mondays: "Throwback Monday" for LGBTQIA+ creations—feel free to submit your old creations as many times as you want throughout the whole month (mind you, though, it will be reblogged only once per week. The submission limit for the month is 5 times)

🗡️ Tuesdays and Saturdays: Prompts! We're going to post several prompts to challenge you and all you need to do is let your creative juices flow freely in any way you want! Be it animations, drabbles, moodboards and anything else you want.

🥾 June 16—22: Ask my MC/ OC about their sexual identity journey. We will post several questions, a template, which you can but absolutely don't have to use—the yapping topics are completely up to you! You only want to submit headcanons of your character's journey? Great. You want to go into detail and submit a 6k word-long fic? Incredible. A comic? Animation? Hell yes!

We believe that this part of our month-long event is a great opportunity for our incredible artists to truly focus on this particular aspect of their characters' backstory, to really think it through and go into detail, even if you're not going to share it with the rest of us—what matters is that you enjoy yourself!

📝 June 27: Favourite LGBTQIA+ creations recommendation event! This is our invitation for you to post about your favourite LGBTQIA+ creations, similarly to how our Kindness Day Event looked like! You can give a shout out old creations that you discovered thanks to the Throwback Monday reblog or brand new creations.

Throughout all of these, our regular events (WIP Wednesday and Throwback Thursday) will continue too!

We can’t wait to see what you create, share, and celebrate this month. Happy pride month, and thank you for being part of our wonderful community! 🏳️‍🌈✨

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REF DO SOMETHING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

how can we go back to being friends?

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im gonna miss them so badly i want my throuple back vlad aslan and laia deserve each other

If this book doesn't end in a throuple, it won't, I'll cry. This is Vlad's route–stop making me feel like this !!!

Edit because Tumblr wants to be a bitch and eat my tags:

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Commission, characters from "IN DARKNESS EMBRACE" League of Dreamers ✨

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Will the pressures of emergency medicine make Dr. Thompson shine or shatter?

"Code Blue" — a new story by Yim, the author of "Hell and High Water".

Coming soon to Romance Club!

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ts lowkey ass gang just pick up a pen or something

I've done it again. More CHATGPT images for Romance Club.

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i Agree with everything here

Confession:

"I really liked Lane's character in season 1. She was a breath of fresh air, different from the other MCs we were getting in RC. But as the story went, I got tired of her lack of emotions and no personality (which is part of the plot but still). I also feel like she doesn't have chemistry with any of the LIs in HSR. I had such high expectations for Cain's route, but all the scenes that came after the shower scene were so disappointing"

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didnt like the one i posted so heres a re-rendered one. ENJOY!!!!

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mind u i was abt to fall asleep peacefully before i saw this

hey everybody enjoy this edit i made and cried over i hope you all will too

credits to @a-cloud-for-dreams for that time i borrowed her mc for alexandre purposes <3

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guess who doesnt like hsr anymore haha

only thing clinging me on to this fandom is the main hsr cast, lane, and yandmitry yaoi

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except no ones winning here 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

dmitry is the winner takes it all (meryl streep) and yan is the winner takes it all (abba)